Long Confidentiality Poems
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Where I eat, you ate there; where I rest, you rested
we share the same navigation through our similar steps
and that part of me so classified
became an open coverage to you.
In the shores of my privacy, I’ve given you an equal right
I’ve showered you with unparalleled privileges
allowing you to travel extreme corners not needing a pass
and staying actively in control because you have my license.
Oh my dangerous dear
my trust and openness are your weapons
I never knew freedom in the world of another gives so much power.
Your lips have connected the world to my confidentiality
and such criminal hands possessed by your vicious mind
has placed me in the middle of a multiple trap dungeon.
Despite our close physical proximity, we’ve been oceans apart
that is how it’ll remain as soon as I survive your conspiracies.
The heart suffers an illness, when an enemy is made from a loved one
but life’s varieties include both training and rehabilitation centers
with the conviction my pieces will undergo a cosmetic perfection
to stay strong with the defenses of caution.
Suffocation experienced analogous
to absent echocardiogram
or electroencephalogram blip
(Derek Chauvin - he of
George Floyd infamy) iron maiden grip
linkedin with psyche subjected
to laceration courtesy cruel horse whip
mine inexcusable
(albeit clueless faux pas)
family members living social in Bend, Oregon
and Oakland, California did yip
private information across cyberspace did zip.
Apology (ex post facto)
extended regarding about
mine guilt ridden conscience
programming mental state
think sufferable infinite
jesting Möbius strip
casting dark shadow of doubt
looping along outer limits
of twilight zone
futilely shucking off
emotional tailspin (kamikaze) fallout
impossible mission
unable to muzzle or thwart lout
who poetically blurts out
simian old routine programmed
erroneously heavily incorrectly
peppers entire Hollerith
or IBM punched cards
yielding botched defenseless redoubt,
when Yankee doodles dandy
teapot short and stout
convection currents trigger
whistle Dixie when liquid piping hot
a microcosm concerning plate tectonics
across webbed wide world
yielding necessary oomph
to migrating trout.
Absent awareness
flourished amidst ignorance
sixty plus shades of gray matter
hotly doth smolder and burn
unbeknownst rancor did furiously churn
when yours truly divulged
he made aborted attempt
to couch his genuine
paternal care and concern
lack of discrimination
and judgment I did not
(honest to dog) recognize nor discern.
Understandable blameworthy
grievance against me,
not granted app parent permission
thus culpability I obediently yield
words that sparked hurt
now utilized to wield
heft to communicate authentic love
(cryptically coded)
and hermetically sealed
hopefully in due time
mine discretion well healed.
A stairway that leads to the white borders,
Of edges pointed where condensation forms.
Untainted transparency reflects the glaring Sun,
At the side cushions of white and brown
- a tired mind's sanctuary.
Stilted conversations fly across spilled drinks,
Become waste with a price unreasoned.
Men and women sit alike but have unlike minds,
Choke on bitter tea upon nostrils they spit.
Black souls served behind the counter,
Plastered confidentiality jealousy arises might,
For alas one hands a slice of chocolate cake
To a girl of crippling thoughts; alone, desolated
Tongue twisted around the fork her heart quickened
Tripping guilt lies on the plate she ate at previous.
Angriness burned bright fueled by unlike minds,
Reflections obvious once darkness spread fast,
Acid of sweetness churned in her stomach,
Fullness unbearable calls the unwanted desire
To leave the Glasshouse, to go home and purge.
Somehow their eyes met and he smiled
Was it wrongful for her to feel glee,
So tad yet so pure?
Form:
All across the webbed wide esse Scott's wold
emerald green Trifolium
carpets harbor untold
burrows of tiny Leprechauns clover
(leaf) ways grant trifold
wishes if captured might
divulge pot of gold
at rainbow's end, and e'en mend
yar shoes, whence re: souled,
thence tread softly beneath subthreshold
of audibility, cuz unseen universe
hapts tubby microscopically rolled
with subterranean inhabited by Lilliputian
mischievous beings (about bajillion holed
up could fill the Taj Mahal) even donned with
heavy coat protecting them
(usually men) against cold
yet frolic with reel delight jiggling
with inborn instinct exhibit twofold
talent to dance with modesty
downplaying (while fiddling)
averse tubby extolled,
nonetheless, their popular
doth soar, and grievously scold
persistent myth anchored with toehold,
and thus do not indulge
pruriently with pixies considerably dulled,
since libido practically nonexistent told
me (under oath of
confidentiality), one Grunwald
trusted yours truly, the secrete
will not leak out,
nor spread like slime mold,
this descendant of Lemuel Gulliver
(ironically my height
only about threefold
larger than full grown imp possible
to see non elfish (pressed) lee ping auld
timers cavorting with
itty bitty whippersnappers,
averse to any outliers, whether hirsute or bald
an honest to goodness painstaking effort
initially stymied friendship proffered, a cold
reception eventually (while sharing diet of worms)
deep under verdantly festooned knolls of Eire land.
Who is in the know? Who is in the loop?
I always keep my mouth shut, so they give me every scoop.
Do you know a thing? Many ask me, to and fro.
Not a thing, I lie, knowing they will never know.
They are catching on and run to ask me quick.
Who is doing what, who carries the biggest stick?
I know but keep it quiet. It’s not their business after all.
Sometimes in May I know what others learn at the end of fall.
Who is in the know? Who is in the loop?
I run away from them, pretending I do not have the scoop.
I act wide eye, pretending innocence, and that I do not know
They all share their secrets. I believe it will always remain so.
Filled with fervor-
ardent love flows from within;
all sixy-four inches of me
stretches as an Oak tree
to praise my God the Lord Jesus
Perfect love exemplified
Who divinely created family
Generation after generation,
Until one day in 1938 I was born
from the Conway-Carpenter tree
A peasant girl free on farmland
Growing, learning, sharing, crying, laughing,
I grew and I loved
family ties with loyalty and honor
Wrapped in ribbons around my soul
until becoming intensely faithful as a Collie dog
with privacy valued highly-
I married; I became a mother;
"Every day is the cutest day they've had yet," I was told.
Over forty years later this is true-
The children get cuter and cuter in my heart
Continuously cuddled within,
Emotion lies deep
toward my Lord, my family and my friends
attached by affection or esteem-
Loyalty and confidentiality streams ardently;
Colorful palette manifested in elder years
Through writing
Carefully assessing every word for accuracy,
History will know my passions-
On pages - for all time
shared out of fervent love
from within
Their intimacy is gloved,
moments dovetail
in a tea-room.
I color-in implied gestures,
listen to the ambience
of undertones.
They enter a confessional space
lips linger over shared visions,
oracles only they can read.
Lipstick on China cups,
the twirled edge of a napkin,
the unclasped mouth of a purse;
pieces arranged on a white tablecloth
of magnetic intimations.
They are both attractive
yet in different ways,
together they impart
a comforting confidentiality;
bring to this small space
a delicate allurement.
I sense a wry tilt into humor,
a deeper conversation surfaces
as they settle the bill.
Leaving the warmth of the tea house
they kiss
but only lightly upon cheeks,
no flamboyance,
yet the inferred diffidence
is far more telling.
One of them seems to carry
the other's onus of care
sheltering her body from the cold.
I have a brief impulse to follow,
to stay awhile
in their mutual life raft.
These observations I record here,
are moments
to be contemplated only later
with closed eyes.
(Aborted attempt to mend fences, -
which version overly pedantic for
her minimal leisure/down time as
full time student at University.)
no...no...no...this tree
mend dose electronic
endeavor of mine, ya see
NOT predicated on
violating sworn
confidentiality, which re:
maned wolf heartedly intact NEVER
your privacy broached
only with therapist (every Monday
at 2:00 p.m. I see, who pre
sides in Collegeville), nee
NOR didst "mother" Abby
give spoiler alert, an agree
meant made, but
this feeble ambition,
sans non rhyme
mark hubble epistle
awoke within me
to risk, (perhaps
getting rebuffed, viz from me
to thine eldest daughter thee),
Versailles till young lady, asper
your lifelong lee
gee in of ill feelings toward dis
dada festering, figuring, key
ping raw emotions
within our respective
most sacred soulful place, this
my atypical modus operandi
i.e. theatrical poetical,
and metaphorical jee
git sue sparring
move minus referee
encapsulating dudgeon -
unintentionally
inflicting gushing, streaming
widening gulf,
and/or long fostering,
when these 21st
century days witness
littoral breach comb
ming dramatic hee
ving (akin to hurry
cane Florence's
club footing glee
fully bearing, dub
bling, and fuming “she”
bore down with
full might) free
lee wreaking havoc as if
both of us viewing
the other as an
unknown fierce arc enemy
thus, uncontrollable non
Joe king) paternal
feeling constricted wherein wry
ting on the figurative brick
wall (near the "FAKE"
Firth of Forth),
in good times found why...,
She was standing outside her classroom when I arrived
I did not recognize her; I know I have had her class.
But they all wear a different mask every day; I barely recognize any of them.
I ask her for her name.
I am fabricating it due to confidentiality.
Let’s call her Rainbow.
Rainbow and I walked to the counselor’s office in silence.
I asked what chair she wanted to sit in.
She wanted to sit in my rolling chair.
This is not the first time this has happened.
I let her have it.
She was crying; it might help.
I am the school counselor, so I am flexible about who sits where.
She was sob gulping because someone had said she had on a bra.
She has on a t-shirt; she is eight. But it embarrassed her.
I told her that we should let the person know how she felt.
We colored a bit before she was ready, and we played in sand.
I had her laughing about scaring me with her terrifying ghost stories.
If you know me you will know it was just to get her calmed down.
We went to the playground where the other child was.
The other child had no idea that the word “bra” was a trigger word.
She did not think anyone would be embarrassed about having one.
She has two or three teenage sisters.
We discussed it.
Rainbow was busy tying her shoe for a while.
I told her to stop tying it and tell the child how she felt.
The other child said she had no idea some families do not talk about bras.
I imagine this is true.
I asked her to call Rainbow’s undershirt an undershirt if she has to mention it again.
She agreed.
Problem solved.
Potential end of a beautiful friendship averted.
Just a sliver of my day as an elementary school counselor.
Government uses foreign gov-loophole
and harlots by proxies geo-fence by proximity.
Old bedfellow with Politicians and 3 letter agency,
no surprise there.
Garland and Wray want your push notifications
to complete your dossier profile picture,
wants FEMA camp for detention, el Permanente, Draconian Fair for opposers no expense spared.
In this world of shadows and gray,
Find no solace in bad actors that fray, that "go there". Reward your California delusionals to higher Office.
The cocaine White House likes your way,
and cocaine and curriculum de orifices and cocaine
(yes, I went there).
Newsome; Your state has run out of U-Hauls to leave.
Maybe parents are tired of your oprn-wife stalking their children with innocence killer-materials or "The Hood" curriculum deputy of the Interior. You have the worst education results in the entire World, Pizza Steve!
Maybe just this one addition/critique, add a syringe to the school/library books cover sleeve?
You certainly are bold.
Your intent is obvious to me.
You want Americans out, for China to No Vacancy.
World's largest real estate broker, licensed by DNC.
Most brilliant masterminds could not destroy
what you destroyed, and they work for the DNC!
That is why you are their candidate, confidentiality.
"Despicable Me" may just use your exploits
in their next movie.
But Mayorkas, M-Vanilli, Garland, Biden and Cortez are still building their destruction resumes.
But watch out ! Biden has sold out our entire Country! Is that why you are running for President?!
Ah yes, I see.
And you know what? This was supposed to be about Push Notifications and Warrants of Geo-Fencing !